So here I am, knife in hand, and feeling angry,
my mind is swollen with yours which is so mangy.
Oh hey look, a butterfly flies past my eyes,
so beautifully that I begin to skip towards it's cries.
I turn around and I want to burn you all down,
every last person should be buried in the ground!
Suddenly I cry and weep about how lonely I am,
my ideas are like checkered maps of a mind that is in a cram.
Fuck! I hate you so much!
Why don't you die like the others and such!?
B-but I love you and I could never think that.
I can't seem to stop wearing this huge schizophrenic hat.
I want to rip your throat out,
and shove your leg down your trachea spout.
Then I want to hug and cherish you forever,
I don't know who I am, I swear.